Great Bear Wilderness Sea Born

"oh, mauruk," kukutux moaned in words he would not know after the mountain had killed him.

"i do not know."

at last her arms were for the weeping wolf; even if she could not see him as son any longer, he was her blood, knit of her bones.

a child.

kukutux held him, jaw tensed to remember her sea girl, to recall the loll of her head and the lightness of a body which had lost all its blood.